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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head;
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some pérfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
  And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
  As any she belied with false compare.
My itmresss’s seye aer ongnhti elik het usn. Crola is uhmc erdedr ahtn eht rde of reh ispl. eoCamdpr to het sehtewisn of wons, rhe stresab rae yahsgir-onbrw. ostPe edbsceri hetri issmssetre' riha as gdol siewr, tbu my irstssme ash acbkl riwse grwgnoi on hre ehda. I veha esne reoss htat weer a teurmxi of rde nda wihet, but I dno’t ese estoh lscoor in hre scekhe. nAd smeo suermpef llmes mero tiflhulgde ahtn my rtmssise’s neeirkg tbhrae. I evlo to rhea reh sakpe; eyt I wonk tfplyerec ellw hatt ucism ash a rfa eomr psaenalt osdun. I amitd I evern saw a soesddg kwla; ehwn my seitsmrs walsk, seh setard on the orndug. dnA yte, by eaenvh, I nhkit my edobelv is as licasep as ayn wonma hwom esotp vhea edil uabot wiht lasef snpiacorsom.

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head;
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some pérfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
  And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
  As any she belied with false compare.
My itmresss’s seye aer ongnhti elik het usn. Crola is uhmc erdedr ahtn eht rde of reh ispl. eoCamdpr to het sehtewisn of wons, rhe stresab rae yahsgir-onbrw. ostPe edbsceri hetri issmssetre' riha as gdol siewr, tbu my irstssme ash acbkl riwse grwgnoi on hre ehda. I veha esne reoss htat weer a teurmxi of rde nda wihet, but I dno’t ese estoh lscoor in hre scekhe. nAd smeo suermpef llmes mero tiflhulgde ahtn my rtmssise’s neeirkg tbhrae. I evlo to rhea reh sakpe; eyt I wonk tfplyerec ellw hatt ucism ash a rfa eomr psaenalt osdun. I amitd I evern saw a soesddg kwla; ehwn my seitsmrs walsk, seh setard on the orndug. dnA yte, by eaenvh, I nhkit my edobelv is as licasep as ayn wonma hwom esotp vhea edil uabot wiht lasef snpiacorsom.

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